Born to be a coach [soccer]

Chapter 163

On the 14th, Chelsea sits at home and faces the "black cat" Sunderland who is next in the standings.

It just so happened that the club's CEO, Martin Bain, was on a business trip in the United States to negotiate an updated sponsorship contract with several potential sponsors.According to the schedule, Martin should have arrived in London before the start of the game, and his personal assistant booked him a seat in the VIP box at Stamford Bridge.

It is a pity that it is not as good as the sky, and the flight was delayed for about an hour before arriving at Heathrow Airport.When Martin passed the customs, counting the time, the game was about to start.

Martin ran to the taxi waiting area, was immediately frightened by the long queue, obediently ran to take the train, and then transferred to the subway to the Stamford Bridge Stadium.

What he is paying attention to, it seems that the people around him are also paying attention to what.

A gentleman reading a newspaper on the train sighed, "How could Terry be injured in such an important game?"

——It was reported before the game that Chelsea captain John Terry, due to an old back injury, will not be able to play in this game for the time being.

Someone nearby heard it, and immediately came up to tell: "I heard that Sunderland's captain is also injured and unable to play, the two sides are even."

Martin immediately added a worry: Why is Garner also injured?

He turned on his phone, turned to the BBC's sports news, and set up important notification notifications: In this way, when the score changes, Martin will receive notifications.

When he got off the train and changed to the subway, Martin passed by a small grocery store and took a quick glance. He saw that no one was picking products in the grocery store. Everyone was staring up at a small TV screen in the store, and the screen flashed red. white--

It seems like the game has started.Martin flipped through his phone nervously, and it was true. Fortunately, neither side had scored yet.

He was about to get off the subway, and there was no mobile phone signal in the London subway, and Martin could not receive any push messages.

Facing the dark subway entrance, Martin had a feeling that he was about to dive. He took a deep breath and stepped down the stairs quickly, as if passing through a tunnel isolated from the world. After an unknown amount of time, he gradually returned to the world with light middle.

"Didi" - as soon as I got out of the subway station, my phone vibrated twice.Martin's hands were shaking, and he looked up at Stamford Bridge, which was very close at hand. He didn't even dare to look at his phone: Is this a [-]-[-] tie between the two teams, or is Chelsea leading [-]-[-]?

As for Sunderland's leading situation, Martin didn't even think about it.

He took a look at the phone with great courage, and immediately yelled "ah", and almost threw the phone out.After apologizing to the passers-by who were scared by him, Martin was full of doubts and rushed to the stadium in front of him.

After rushing to the VIP box at the Stamford Bridge Stadium, Martin saw the club owner Ellis Short, and he immediately determined: Sunderland is really leading! — Boss Short's white and chubby face turned pink at the moment, smiling like a flower.

"Come, Martin, come and meet our Russian friend, Mr. Abramovich." Short's voice was full of complacency, he greeted Martin warmly, and introduced him to a middle-aged man sitting in the same box. young people.

This person is about 40 years old, with brown hair and a short beard. When the corners of his mouth are raised, there are thin smile lines at the corners of his eyes.

Roman Abramovich - Owner of Chelsea.

Martin has known this Russian chaebol for a long time, and has met him several times in public, but he has never had the honor of shaking hands with Abramovich.

Abramovich looked very easy-going, and shook hands with Martin: "Your team performed very bravely today, and I appreciate it very much."

He didn't wait for Martin to be more polite, he turned his head and looked at the court.Martin followed his gaze, only to feel that the Chelsea boss was not looking at the pitch, on the contrary he seemed to be looking at someone on the sidelines.

Martin followed his gaze, and saw Anton's handsome back.I saw him standing with his arms folded in the command area of ​​Stamford Bridge, stretching out his arms from time to time, gesturing to the players on the field, and conducting on-the-spot tactical command.

For some reason, when Martin saw the corners of the Russian oligarch's lips slightly raised in an approving smile, he felt a chill in his heart.

This is not someone else, this is Abu!

When Abramovich first entered Stamford Bridge, no one believed that a layman like him could make Chelsea, a "quasi-rich team", rise to the status it is today.But Abramovich created such a "blue battleship" by spending money like land, which changed the entire pattern of English football.Sometimes his preferences are quite nonsensical. If he likes one, he will buy this one, and if he likes that one, he will put that one on the top. There is no logic at all, but Chelsea's achievements today can impress the world.

Now that Chelsea is clearly behind, this Russian chaebol seems to have discovered a treasure, his eyes are shining.

—The more Martin thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

At this moment, Boss Short was complacent and bragging to Martin: "It's a pity you didn't see those two goals just now..."

Short patted Martin on the shoulder as if he was drunk, and asked loudly, "Didn't you think of it? I didn't think of it before the game! He's the defending champion, the defending champion... We were injured before the battle." When I went to see Ghana, the young man was so anxious. But so what? We have the best head coach, the best coaching staff..."

Martin quickly pulled his sleeves: "The game is not over yet, don't talk too much!"

Short: "Where do you say it's too full? Look at this scene. Although I don't know football and am not a professional, I can also see that Chelsea have nothing to fight back now..."

Martin couldn't bear it any longer, and directly pulled Short aside: "You know Abu, don't you? You've heard the rumors about Abu... Don't you know that anyone he likes, no matter how hard he pays? How much price will you invite to your subordinates? Who do you think he is observing now?"

Big Mouth Boss Short didn't stop the car, and continued to babble: "So what? Even if he's looking for Messi, Messi won't go..."

As soon as he said this, Short got stuck, came to his senses, and quickly pulled Martin with rounded eyes: "What do you mean by that?"

Before Martin could answer, Short looked at the direction where Abu was paying attention, and immediately understood everything, and asked, "Is there any liquidated damages clause when we signed the contract with Anton?"

If Abramovich wants Messi, it is useless, Messi will definitely not leave Barcelona; but what if Abramovich wants Anton?

Martin: ... "No!"

At that time, the agreement signed between Sunderland and Anton did not have any liquidated damages clause. Anton could come and leave as he wanted.

Short's face turned pale immediately, and the pride just now disappeared, and he stammered and started to make amends: "Ah, Martin, you are right! It's good luck that Sunderland scored two goals just now... The defending champion is still strong. If it is that high, the odds of everyone winning or losing may still be [-]-[-]..."

He said this loudly on purpose, hoping that Abu, who was sitting on the other side of the box, could hear it.

"Look, didn't Chelsea attack? Maybe the next goal will equalize?" Short said tremblingly without any momentum.

Unexpectedly, Abramovich interjected: "No, Chelsea has been completely suppressed by your team."

The Russian oligarch behaved very calmly from beginning to end—it seemed that in front of him was just a chess game that had nothing to do with him, and all he had to do was to hunt for treasure on this chess game.

"—You have already won." Abu sat back comfortably and made a conclusion.

As long as they are professionals who have anything to do with football, no one dares to say that Sunderland has won the game at this time. After all, there are more than [-] minutes left in the game, and Sunderland is only [-]-[-].

But Abu dared.

And after he made his conclusion, he seemed to have put the game behind him and just thought about Chelsea's future.

The success or failure of the game, the humiliation of losing at home, the regret of letting go of the top spot... his own team and fans have to bear it, everything has nothing to do with him, and he is the creator god aloft, all he wants is to build a team An "invincible" team that is invincible and invincible.

"Look, isn't it?" Abu Shi said calmly.

At this moment, there was a lot of shouting in the Stamford Bridge Stadium, and the few Sunderland fans sang and danced in the stadium like a festival-in contrast, the Chelsea fans could only stand silently in the stands, thinking All sighs.

Sunderland scored again -

The score became [-] to [-], and Chelsea lost to Sunderland in the away game.

Standing in the middle of the court at this moment, it is not Messi, nor his teammates on the front line, who are celebrating by his teammates.The man who scored the goal wore the captain's armband, and after the goal he raised his right arm and stuck his lips to the armband - to show that he performed worthy of the responsibility that the armband represents.

The Sunderland team huddled close to Henderson, enjoying the moment of victory - a truly hearty victory, clean and beautiful in someone else's territory.

By this moment, the Sunderland players themselves are convinced that they have won the game, and the will of the Chelsea team has been completely destroyed by them.

In the stadium, many Blues fans have already got up and left the field - their self-esteem made them unable to accept the result of this game.

In the VIP box, the boss Short and CEO Martin even celebrated carefully, constantly looking for steps for each other.

"Your club has a disorganized lineup, and it is more difficult to play, but it is also excusable, and there are excusable circumstances..."

Who knows that Abu doesn't need their comfort at all.The Russian stared intently at the green field: "Top technology, strong will... plus a head coach who can turn stones into gold - this is the most successful team."

The author has something to say: The score of this game is the real score in history, and it is also a turning point for Chelsea this season.

"Magic Lamp" will finally coach Chelsea next season. There have been many twists and turns in the car in the past season, but the final results are still very good.I hope the celebrity will bring them better results.